Uncertainty is the life I am choosing, but is it not what I requested and demanded? Need knowing is not wanting, is not hoping. Where I end is where I choose, and what I love is what I choose. Knowing the next step, the next route is the end to individual passion, and the door to regret is opened. Why not follow the seemingly chaotic desire? Following the known leads to the known. Breaking the habit, Breaking the common thought is what spawns the predestined uncertainty that leads to true discovery of self. Never provide for that fear of the unknown, for it is tantamount to the providing of the common and safe. Break those bonds, those chains to what you know is not yours, nor mine. Follow the uncertain passion, for whatever it may be.


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